Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.